The Drones Club

[thedamnraven]

It is called ”the Drones club” and indeed it reminds me of those lazy, male bees.

Swarming around avoiding work and looking for pleasure in every way it may come.

The first time i visited the club was in the earliest morning hour, not so much carrying as pushing and dragging a stuffed elk.  Fortunately I did not have to do this all by my lonesome,

Comments

[storyfan]

Good heavens! And Rainsby seemed so mild-mannered. I do like what you've done here and you chose such a minor character that it must have been a challenge to do something with him.

Just a few minor spelling and punctuation things, but these did not detract from your story at all. Good show.

[thedamnraven]

I did the spellcheck but it must have missed something. As did I, I suppose. ;)
I always found I would like to read more about Rainsby, "Dogface" as they seem to call him. But he is goodlooking, is he not?

[storyfan]

I'd like to know how he hooked up with Claude and Euastace in the first place. Was his life as a young lord so staid and unexciting that these two wild rascals appealed him? Wonderful possibilities there.

[thedamnraven]

Hmm, yes, why would such a nice, mild man be friends with those two?
You're right. Something must be done about this lack of information! ;)

[storyfan]

Sounds to me like you have a fic to write!

[thedamnraven]

well.. ehm.. I have to go search for my muse then. He hid in the cellar after he saw what I did to poor C. and E, and The Dear Lord as well..
*picks up torch*

[storyfan]

Tell him to get back upstairs if he knows what's good for him.